In all the time I was a baptised and converted JW, we had maybe two or three converts who had zero family who were JWs - one was spectacularly mentally unstable, two or three others were more or less frog marched to each meeting and mysteriously disappeared after baptism.
I remember one summer morning, on field service in a beautiful part of our city, in an Avenue of trees and delightful well kept homes....we knocked on the open door of one of these family homes....and out rushed two flushed children yelling 'nana! Grandad!' And then of course they realised their grandparents had not arrived yet - but just minutes later, the grandparents turned up.
This little family looked so happy - their Mother politely and smilingly listened to my shortened version of a 'presentation' whilst behind her, I could see open doorways into a garden where kids were laughing and playing and it was 'family time'.
I thought about all the hoops and heart wrenching chaos this family would go through if 'mum' became a witness and and as I reviewed the awkwardly and garishly illustrated little magazine I held in my hand which hardly 'reached the heart' I wondered what an earth we were really doing, as I joined our straggling group that morning whose attitude was 'they have their paradise now'.
These people, these householders weren't turning down or rejecting God -- I knew this ....and another nail went in my coffin of trust.